Ashes of Eden

The divines indeed seemed to be holding Atreyu and her family close in their eyes. Their interventions certainly had a paw in their own meeting at the runestones. These places of power... who was she in the eyes of the divines?

The wafting lavender scent enveloped them as she continued to pick her herbs. He sighed knowingly as she commented how they were all changed.

"There is no doubt that you all would be. After something so terrible to happen to all of you, it would be impossible to walk away from it unscathed." With the weight in Atreyu's voice, he could tell she was worried for her sister. "Give her time, them all time, most of all yourself. Be gentle with each other after such an ordeal. It is a wonder you've made it out alive at all." He couldn't help the subtle shake of his head. The wrath of Eltrys was growing. His uncle had set him on this path, as he had set Atreyu and her family to the four winds.

He was brought out of his dark reveries by a warm question. His ice-blue eyes fall upon the leopard pink woman with a sad smile and slow blink.
"My news is not so exuberant. The pups grow larger by the day, the yearlings approach their adulthood, and the seasons change. The slavers roam, and I chase them away." He shrugs.

"Speech!"